In spring, peach blossoms floated out of the city wall with the wind. Zhu Yanran stood at the entrance of the city wall and watched the wild geese returning north, while You Shizhuang climbed on the tree trunk and tiptoed to be a flower picker in the peach garden.
In the early morning of summer, the bamboo paths are secluded and the bells of the ancient temple are ringing melodiously. Zhu Yanran kneels devoutly in front of the Buddha statue. The giant Buddha is compassionate yet indifferent. You Shizhuang lies on the futon next to him to meet Duke Zhou.
The autumn rain knocked down the fragrant osmanthus flowers in the yard. You Shizhuang held the purse in her hand and threw it under the osmanthus tree, letting it get stained with muddy water. On that day, Zhu Yanran walked out of the city wall dressed in fine clothes.
That year, You Shizhuang and Zhu Yanran separated in winter
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
